Random Oneshots/Short Stories

Untitled Part 3

So this is an original work. I wrote this on the bus ride home from school. It's kinda depressing, so don't read if you don't like feeling sad or any negative emotions.

It's a poem, and I haven't put poems up her before. It's badly written, but with everything going on at the moment I really don't give two sh*ts.

This is rated PG-13 for certain unsaid conclusions. If you are under 13, I strongly suggest you stop reading at this point.

I also don't have a name for it. If you have a name, put it in the comments.

So, here we go.

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She's gone.

It's over.

No more pain and suffering for her.

She's gone.

 I remember when you found out.

You were upset.

Hurt.

Angry.

You couldn't believe that your little girl would do something like this to you.

You took everything away.

Privacy.

Freedom.

Happiness.

In a blink of an eye,

Everything was gone.

Everything about her began to become fake.

The smiles.

The jokes.

The happiness.

She was pretending that everythng was okay.

She and I both knew.

It was far from okay.

The bus rides to and from school were quiet.

The relative happy mindless chatter in the lunch periods became more strained than before.

She was eating less and less.

She kept losing more and more weight.

I didn't want her to go.

I tried to help her.

I did my best, to save your little girl.

I tired to stop her from crashing.

I tried to bring things back to the way they used to be.

I succeeded.

That's what I thought.

Soon, she was smiling and laughing like she used to.

Making jokes like before.

But nothing ever reached her eyes.

They were dead.

They were always dead, void of any emotion.

When she said goodbye to me on the bus Monday,

It sounded to permanent. 

I brushed it off, thinking I was being paranoid like I always was.

I should've listened to that feeling.

I should've.

I'm standing in front of her now.

She looks really nice right now.

Your actions led her to this.

Yes,

I know that I'll be able to talk to her.

Tell her everything that's happened since I last saw her.

Just like before.

But she won't reply.

Or smile.

Cause all I'll be talking to,

Is a Cold-Hearted Guardian who won't let me past the grooves of her name.

She's gone.

But think of it this way.

She won't need to feel all the pain and suffering you put her through.

Yes,

You have lost a daughter.

But I lost a friend.

I was the one who watched her crash.

You turned a blind eye to it, assuming that everything was okay.

When her world fell, some of mine fell as well.

You didn't see any of it.

When her world disappeared, some of mine did too.

She wilted before your eyes.

And. You. Did. Nothing. About. It.

I tried to help her, I really did.

But it wasn't enough.

I wasn't enough.

She needed her family, she really did.

But you didn't seem to need her as much.

You were enough.

You would have prevented her from falling.

But now you're too late.

You can regret all you want.

But like I said,

If that Cold-Hearted Guardian won't let me pass through the smooth grooves of her name,

He won't make an exception for her.

You will have to do what I do now,

Sit, and talk to a gravestone.

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So, yes. I know that was depressing.

I know it was probably badly written.

But right now, I've had two of my closest friends tell me that they are thinking of commiting suicide. So this is what came out of that.

I fell a little better now that I have that out of my system. But not that much better.

This poem, if you didn't somewhat understand it already, is about a girl whose friend has committed suicide. The italics are her thoughts.

Some of the things mentioned in this poem are things that I have noticed in my friends. I'm not saying that these are signs of suicidal thoughts, since everyone has a different thought process.

If I get alot of hate comments for this, then I will remove it from the site.

~Kakure-Hato~